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No Longer Your Supporting Role

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 833    |    Released on: 16/06/2025

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ain spreading on the pal

, his voice raw wi

landed on Cloud, who was cow

Ethan screamed. "

even glance at me, crumpled on the floo

ain making my vision swim. "Cloud just g

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ault, Savannah! You

n Cloud, his

than,

two bodyguards, who had appeared sil

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grabbed my good ar

er, tried to scramble a

guard lung

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motion, of snar

sicken

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the open balcony doo

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f

own, onto the

till. So te

crawled, dragging my brok

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weak, small movemen

t limp in my

w and ragged. My Cloud. M

han, who stood in the doorway, his face st

flat with gri

. His eyes were fixed on the

aid, his voice devoid of any e

ou once, Ethan. Years ago. That fire at the lake house. He barked until th

licker in his eyes. But

ds where Clara lay, shouting fo

ance. Abandoning me with my d

men were

creams of pain, to a small, w

freezer, conver

me like a p

" one of them said with a cruel smirk

the biting,

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distant agony, overshadow

was going to

the warehouse

p in a h

urt my eyes. My leg

severe frostbite and

said. "A few more hours in there

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wasn't l

n hit me, ha

suffering. For me. For my fam

ust about saving myself. It

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ed my

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my leg, my resolve hardenin

to the empty room. "I don't care what he does o

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walk

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come from a business mee

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No Longer Your Supporting Role
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“The last thing I remembered was dying alone on a cold concrete floor, my family ruined, my life a story someone else wrote. But then a cold, mechanical voice declared me a "supporting character" and a "villainess," my narrative arc complete. My decade-long devotion to Ethan Vance, the golden boy, was dismissed as a mere "transaction" when his true love, Clara, appeared. He effortlessly took all credit for my work, systematically destroyed my family' s legacy, and left me for dead, branded the jealous antagonist. Was my entire existence just a cruel, predetermined role in someone else' s story, my suffering merely a plot device for their happiness? Then, I gasped, finding myself eighteen again, facing the very beginning of that horrifying script – but this time, I knew it was my second chance to seize control and rewrite my own damn narrative.”
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